Dinner.
Le Papillon.
A table for two, nestled into the corner of the high class French restaurant, on him of course, and he's wearing Armani on the top and Hudson jeans that prided themselves on making any ass look divine, which was almost coma-inducing when amplifying his already formidable features.
Why couldn't Johnny be ugly?
"I think we should date."
Emily didn't sputter, or choke on her food, or any embarrassing things you usually see in the movies. However, she stopped breathing for a second, turned very red, and her eyes stretched to their limits. Her fork stopped midbite, and she was pretty sure if she hadn't already swallowed she would have thrown it up back on her plate.
"What? We were just talking about how blue was making a comeback and now you're what? Where did this come from?"
"Exactly. We were being entertained talking about a color. You are my dream girl."
"I..."
Johnny gave a long, drawn-out sigh.
"Don't tell me this is about your high school boyfriend."
"It isn't." She insisted unconvincingly.
"Listen. I'm guessing you two didn't part hating each other?"
She nodded. He was right. It was more sad than angry on both ends.
"It was probably how all amicable breakups go. You two still want to be together, but there isn't that spark anymore. You're either apathetic when you're together, or it's to hard to be together in the first place. But now that you're both in comfortable positions in your life, you're wondering if you should give it another go. If it'll be as wonderful as it was when you two were first together."
"Thank you, Psych 101." This insight was so unlike John. Was it too much time spent around his sister?
Johnny presses on anyways.
"If you two could've split apart in the first place, what makes him worth the effort of trying again?"
"What makes you worth the effort?" Emily asks. She was back in high school, without a direction and unsure of how she felt.
"Because I'm hardly any effort at all." He smiles suddenly, and the mood lifts slightly. "You don't have to try with me. I'm not in love with an idea of a girl I was in love with in highschool."
She stewed over this, taking a sip of her drink.
"I, however, am crazy about this grown-ass woman in front of me."
"Are you gonna win me over with a charming speech listing all of my good qualities?"
"Screw that. You know why you're sexy." Fuck, he was going to tell her anyway, "You and me, we're different but we function on the same level."
"Do we now?"
"Your brain is like this trigger that sparks with mine and makes magic. You know what I did yesterday? I told you about that, right? With the guy who was trying to kamikaze the white house?"
"And you used the blimp to take him down before he could get there and had him spiral into the water. Fun stuff."
"That fun stuff was because of you. Remember the bubbles?"
Emily gave a very feminine snort.
"Good times."
"And why can't we have more good times? Hell, with me you know they'll be more then good times. You'll have the time of your life."
She starts chuckling.
"Yeah, you think I'm sexy." He leans back, flexing every muscle visible above the table, his eyebrows dancing comically.
It's full-on laughter now, and if he weren't an international superhero superstar, the glares sent their way would've lasted more than a second. But Johnny was used to making a spectacle of himself, with the only ones ever giving him any grief being the women in his life.
And after a certain point in his life, with all the whining Reed and Ben did, he started to count them as the women in his life too.
"If you break out into song I'm leaving." She warns, and Johnny gives her a charming grin.
"Go out with me."
She stares at him, at the confident grin but hopeful look in his eyes, thinks about her, about him, about Warren, fuck, even about Janice. Most of all, she thinks about how complicated high school relationships were, and how Warren was still wrapped up in that Sky High lifestyle.
She thinks about how Johnny is uncomplicated.
"Aren't we going out already?"
Layla, carrying a stack of papers that she eventually drops heavily in front of Warren's stir fry onto the kitchen table. The building they lived in was an interesting design. Each "team" had their own floor, each room with a speaker and alarm in the corner, computers lining all of the walls, and a fully-stocked kitchen. Because of Layla's garden, they had every fruit and vegetable known to man. Because of Ethan's need to eat a different type of cereal every day of the month, they had every cereal known to man.
However, just because they had one of the best kitchens in the building, very little came out of it. Salads and sandwiches were all that anyone knew how to make, other than Warren. He could make stir fry.
And only stir fry.
"I have the perfect plan." She announces, sitting in front of Warren and smiling perkily.
"And what's that." He asks, monotone, used to her and her 'plans'. Probably another greenroom installment.
"By the end of this month, you're going to have Emily back." She says determinedly.
He almost spits out his stir fry.
Thankfully, the alarm rings at just the right time, and the speaker says that there's another robbery downtown.